Song for the Night Rain

soft summer night rain song...oh the longing, oh the wistful ache, oh how too fast life blows by in a blink of the eye.

i want to be reborn as a mighty old mother oak tree...watching the twist and swirl of life currents, 

earth spirals on tree time...

to feel seasons pass as if dreams, upon waking finding a new dream to dream, 

feel the rotting of leaf matter feeding, and the fleeting burst of mushrooms rising to the occasion...

to know the dark secret heart of Her, to touch with outstretched roots the firey creation of her fecund womb

to caress with leafy fingers aloft, along with moonshine, and cloud mist, the miracle of her ceaseless respiration 

to taste the raindrops and summer dew as the sweet nectar that falls from her breast

and feel the snowy down, the cocoon for metamorphosis 

from dying, to birthing, to living. 

each leaf that drops a blessing, and an offering to her fertile altar

the fruit that falls, endless potential,

 neverminding the bears and boars that consume them, 

making pregnant with the seed of my tree soul, 

to birth again, a new potential

My dreams transformed to fruit in the alchemy of life eating life.

Ode to the Golden Birch

“Come” she whispers, as you wander among the turkey trails in soft spring snow.

“Press your body here, against mine.”

Feel her life blood rising, coursing, flowing, throbbing.

Her golden skin smooth and glowing- like the finest gown of silk.

Peeling away,  revealing her eternal patience, 

Giving of her body to moss and lichen.

Caress her this way- hand to skin, full body embrace.

Let her fill you with sensual pleasure- sweet sap running from branch to lip- a sweet kiss.

Shining goddess of the forest- glowing in the sun, sparkling in the moon glow.

Asking you to root in the muddy earth,

Asking you to open to the serpent kundalini

Rising upward- awakening

That sacred center of yearning and creation.

Sleeping in the forest- through the cold winter night- one eye open-

Beackoning you.  “Come, press your body here, against mine.”

love

I am in love with the world today-
the perfect beauty etched in stone and cloud and shadow.
The sun after rain, and the clouds interrupting with their dance
across the blue bowl of sky.

I am in love with the world today-
chiaroscuro of rain and warm sun.

Blessed rain that washes over us all- like tears,
releasing the pain, the greiving,
letting go of what is passed, washing away what is old.

And the ever generous sun- returning always
to give life to sleeping seeds,
buried deep in the heart,
in earth.

I am in love with the world today-
filled with the deepest sadness and most ecstatic bliss
in the space between each breath.

The wildness of my soul aches
for days like today
everything so clear, so intense
in the contrast between love and heartache.

The beauty of this world so intense, almost too much to hold within myself.